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Son Of A Gun

You Nasty,
You dirty,
You freaky,
Yeah that's right i'm talking to you, you son of a gun.
Sick of dirty dogs like you who's just wanting to get their Mac on from one to the next,
Looking for some sex.
Look I ain't like a trick from a deck of cards so you better get your head checked.
You got a one track mind and you're ready to find who's gonna go home with you tonight.
You nasty,
You dirty,
You freaky,
Yeah that's right I'm talking to you, you son of a gun.
So watch your back because if I've set the trap then you'd better be damn sure that you'll be caught.
I know your game and I've been playin it long ago so don't bull shit me about it.
You may think that you're a player, but you're completely lost.
You mess with her then you're gonna have to mess with me.
You nasty,
You dirty,
You freaky,
Yeah that's right I'm talking to you, you son of a gun.
You're so sleazy;
No would I ever get down on my knees for you and say " yes master", no!.
Forget you and screw you.
You damn dirty, no good son of a gun.
Now stop staring at my ass,
Stop with your fast ass remarks.
You nasty,
You dirty,
You freaky,
Yeah that's right I'm talking to you, you son of a gun.
Written by MsRockyJackson
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